11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Yep. Wanna try to continue Wolfe and Demonologist?*
*Sure, ill start it at some random point*
The woman, who I naming Sinclair, is sitting outside. She is going through multiple scrolls and books while copying down notes. Her bonded fiendish friend stands a few feet away, watching over her and patrolling.
*O man, I meant try to continue by quoting where we left off, though I'll try to make something happen...*
Wolfe steps outside, then begins to stretch a bit.
Sinclair looks up and waves again.
*Ack, im sorry Wayne,*
*It's cool, s'long as I get some rp in mah veins. :D*
*Yep. Wanna try to continue Wolfe and Demonologist?*
*Sure, ill start it at some random point*
The woman, who I naming Sinclair, is sitting outside. She is going through multiple scrolls and books while copying down notes. Her bonded fiendish friend stands a few feet away, watching over her and patrolling.
*O man, I meant try to continue by quoting where we left off, though I'll try to make something happen...*
Wolfe steps outside, then begins to stretch a bit.
Sinclair looks up and waves again.
*Ack, im sorry Wayne,*
*It's cool, s'long as I get some rp in mah veins. :D*
Wolfe nodded back coolly.
*wait 0verkill's name is Wayne?*
*It's my middle name, I decided to share it, for reasons.*
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They start turning around, just getting tired of her, "How am I, in this situation the stupid one? You are here being persistent about a Reaper being some form of an undead bird while simultaneously saying you can brute force away death itself."
She turned around fully as well glaring at them defiantly. "Who are you to tell me I can't do something?"
"A servant of death." Their voice is clear with annoyance at Sharlene now.
*Yep. Wanna try to continue Wolfe and Demonologist?*
*Sure, ill start it at some random point*
The woman, who I naming Sinclair, is sitting outside. She is going through multiple scrolls and books while copying down notes. Her bonded fiendish friend stands a few feet away, watching over her and patrolling.
*O man, I meant try to continue by quoting where we left off, though I'll try to make something happen...*
Wolfe steps outside, then begins to stretch a bit.
Sinclair looks up and waves again.
*Ack, im sorry Wayne,*
*It's cool, s'long as I get some rp in mah veins. :D*
Wolfe nodded back coolly.
*wait 0verkill's name is Wayne?*
*It's my middle name, I decided to share it, for reasons.*
The teen wearing the triforce shirt starts walking inside, looking around at people
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
They start turning around, just getting tired of her, "How am I, in this situation the stupid one? You are here being persistent about a Reaper being some form of an undead bird while simultaneously saying you can brute force away death itself."
She turned around fully as well glaring at them defiantly. "Who are you to tell me I can't do something?"
"A servant of death." Their voice is clear with annoyance at Sharlene now.
"Like I said, I. Don't. Care." Sharlene was getting slightly annoyed as well. "Though, I probably shouldn't expect a skele-bird like you to get it through your thick skull that there are some you just can't hold."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Goode Morning-time fellow peons. Sorry for jumping off early on friday.*
Fable is reading a book.
Barachiel is staring into space.
*Eh I did the same, decided to take a break as this was growing slightly boring.*
Fuchsia skips up, still holding the facade of the kid, "Hey there skelly!"
*This is the black dragon, right?*
"Hello."
*My homebrew version of a Black Dragon yes.*
"What'cha doin' now huh?" She looks over at the book.
"Reading." The book seems to be a journal of some kind, written by Fable.
"Books can be nice, especially the exaggerated tales, ooh I like those ones."
"I have a penchant for truth, however"
"The truth can be boring, and it is alot of the time."
*Sorry, I had a test.*
"And this is the reason you disguise yourself?"
A third here that can see with truth?! This is quite the location I stumbled across, She says in her real voice through telepathy, it sounds nothing of the one she used just a second ago & is mature & sophisticated. Right now just astounded at the fact that there's 3 people here that can see past her form.
*Goode Morning-time fellow peons. Sorry for jumping off early on friday.*
Fable is reading a book.
Barachiel is staring into space.
*Eh I did the same, decided to take a break as this was growing slightly boring.*
Fuchsia skips up, still holding the facade of the kid, "Hey there skelly!"
*This is the black dragon, right?*
"Hello."
*My homebrew version of a Black Dragon yes.*
"What'cha doin' now huh?" She looks over at the book.
"Reading." The book seems to be a journal of some kind, written by Fable.
"Books can be nice, especially the exaggerated tales, ooh I like those ones."
"I have a penchant for truth, however"
"The truth can be boring, and it is alot of the time."
*Sorry, I had a test.*
"And this is the reason you disguise yourself?"
A third here that can see with truth?! This is quite the location I stumbled across, She says in her real voice through telepathy, it sounds nothing of the one she used just a second ago & is mature & sophisticated. Right now just astounded at the fact that there's 3 people here that can see past her form.
I write the truth, dragon. Fable's telepathy voice sounds like the voice of an old man.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
They start turning around, just getting tired of her, "How am I, in this situation the stupid one? You are here being persistent about a Reaper being some form of an undead bird while simultaneously saying you can brute force away death itself."
She turned around fully as well glaring at them defiantly. "Who are you to tell me I can't do something?"
"A servant of death." Their voice is clear with annoyance at Sharlene now.
"Like I said, I. Don't. Care." Sharlene was getting slightly annoyed as well. "Though, I probably shouldn't expect a skele-bird like you to get it through your thick skull that there are some you just can't hold."
"Wether you care or not doesn't change the fact that death is inevitable, and that you can't use neanderthal tactics to delay it." They stand there, staring back at Sharlene, gripping their scythe.
They start turning around, just getting tired of her, "How am I, in this situation the stupid one? You are here being persistent about a Reaper being some form of an undead bird while simultaneously saying you can brute force away death itself."
She turned around fully as well glaring at them defiantly. "Who are you to tell me I can't do something?"
"A servant of death." Their voice is clear with annoyance at Sharlene now.
"Like I said, I. Don't. Care." Sharlene was getting slightly annoyed as well. "Though, I probably shouldn't expect a skele-bird like you to get it through your thick skull that there are some you just can't hold."
"Wether you care or not doesn't change the fact that death is inevitable, and that you can't use neanderthal tactics to delay it." They stand there, staring back at Sharlene, gripping their scythe.
"You wanna test that out, Skele-bird?" She grinned, noticing the grip on the scythe.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Goode Morning-time fellow peons. Sorry for jumping off early on friday.*
Fable is reading a book.
Barachiel is staring into space.
*Eh I did the same, decided to take a break as this was growing slightly boring.*
Fuchsia skips up, still holding the facade of the kid, "Hey there skelly!"
*This is the black dragon, right?*
"Hello."
*My homebrew version of a Black Dragon yes.*
"What'cha doin' now huh?" She looks over at the book.
"Reading." The book seems to be a journal of some kind, written by Fable.
"Books can be nice, especially the exaggerated tales, ooh I like those ones."
"I have a penchant for truth, however"
"The truth can be boring, and it is alot of the time."
*Sorry, I had a test.*
"And this is the reason you disguise yourself?"
A third here that can see with truth?! This is quite the location I stumbled across, She says in her real voice through telepathy, it sounds nothing of the one she used just a second ago & is mature & sophisticated. Right now just astounded at the fact that there's 3 people here that can see past her form.
I write the truth, dragon. Fable's telepathy voice sounds like the voice of an old man.
Well I'd rather you not write me, the little attention I have to my true form is annoying enough as of now, let alone when it can be read.
*Goode Morning-time fellow peons. Sorry for jumping off early on friday.*
Fable is reading a book.
Barachiel is staring into space.
*Eh I did the same, decided to take a break as this was growing slightly boring.*
Fuchsia skips up, still holding the facade of the kid, "Hey there skelly!"
*This is the black dragon, right?*
"Hello."
*My homebrew version of a Black Dragon yes.*
"What'cha doin' now huh?" She looks over at the book.
"Reading." The book seems to be a journal of some kind, written by Fable.
"Books can be nice, especially the exaggerated tales, ooh I like those ones."
"I have a penchant for truth, however"
"The truth can be boring, and it is alot of the time."
*Sorry, I had a test.*
"And this is the reason you disguise yourself?"
A third here that can see with truth?! This is quite the location I stumbled across, She says in her real voice through telepathy, it sounds nothing of the one she used just a second ago & is mature & sophisticated. Right now just astounded at the fact that there's 3 people here that can see past her form.
I write the truth, dragon. Fable's telepathy voice sounds like the voice of an old man.
Well I'd rather you not write me, the little attention I have to my true form is annoying enough as of now, let alone when it can be read.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
They start turning around, just getting tired of her, "How am I, in this situation the stupid one? You are here being persistent about a Reaper being some form of an undead bird while simultaneously saying you can brute force away death itself."
She turned around fully as well glaring at them defiantly. "Who are you to tell me I can't do something?"
"A servant of death." Their voice is clear with annoyance at Sharlene now.
"Like I said, I. Don't. Care." Sharlene was getting slightly annoyed as well. "Though, I probably shouldn't expect a skele-bird like you to get it through your thick skull that there are some you just can't hold."
"Wether you care or not doesn't change the fact that death is inevitable, and that you can't use neanderthal tactics to delay it." They stand there, staring back at Sharlene, gripping their scythe.
"You wanna test that out, Skele-bird?" She grinned, noticing the grip on the scythe.
"I am not death, I am a shepherd of the dead, a Reaper."
*Goode Morning-time fellow peons. Sorry for jumping off early on friday.*
Fable is reading a book.
Barachiel is staring into space.
*Eh I did the same, decided to take a break as this was growing slightly boring.*
Fuchsia skips up, still holding the facade of the kid, "Hey there skelly!"
*This is the black dragon, right?*
"Hello."
*My homebrew version of a Black Dragon yes.*
"What'cha doin' now huh?" She looks over at the book.
"Reading." The book seems to be a journal of some kind, written by Fable.
"Books can be nice, especially the exaggerated tales, ooh I like those ones."
"I have a penchant for truth, however"
"The truth can be boring, and it is alot of the time."
*Sorry, I had a test.*
"And this is the reason you disguise yourself?"
A third here that can see with truth?! This is quite the location I stumbled across, She says in her real voice through telepathy, it sounds nothing of the one she used just a second ago & is mature & sophisticated. Right now just astounded at the fact that there's 3 people here that can see past her form.
I write the truth, dragon. Fable's telepathy voice sounds like the voice of an old man.
Well I'd rather you not write me, the little attention I have to my true form is annoying enough as of now, let alone when it can be read.
Fable nods. Of course.
Thank you, you have my honour & respect for that. She bows Fuchsia a little.
*Goode Morning-time fellow peons. Sorry for jumping off early on friday.*
Fable is reading a book.
Barachiel is staring into space.
*Eh I did the same, decided to take a break as this was growing slightly boring.*
Fuchsia skips up, still holding the facade of the kid, "Hey there skelly!"
*This is the black dragon, right?*
"Hello."
*My homebrew version of a Black Dragon yes.*
"What'cha doin' now huh?" She looks over at the book.
"Reading." The book seems to be a journal of some kind, written by Fable.
"Books can be nice, especially the exaggerated tales, ooh I like those ones."
"I have a penchant for truth, however"
"The truth can be boring, and it is alot of the time."
*Sorry, I had a test.*
"And this is the reason you disguise yourself?"
A third here that can see with truth?! This is quite the location I stumbled across, She says in her real voice through telepathy, it sounds nothing of the one she used just a second ago & is mature & sophisticated. Right now just astounded at the fact that there's 3 people here that can see past her form.
I write the truth, dragon. Fable's telepathy voice sounds like the voice of an old man.
Well I'd rather you not write me, the little attention I have to my true form is annoying enough as of now, let alone when it can be read.
Fable nods. Of course.
Thank you, you have my honour & respect for that. She bows Fuchsia a little.
Fable switches to his 'outside voice' "What brings you here?"
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Yep. Wanna try to continue Wolfe and Demonologist?*
*Sure, ill start it at some random point*
The woman, who I naming Sinclair, is sitting outside. She is going through multiple scrolls and books while copying down notes. Her bonded fiendish friend stands a few feet away, watching over her and patrolling.
*O man, I meant try to continue by quoting where we left off, though I'll try to make something happen...*
Wolfe steps outside, then begins to stretch a bit.
Sinclair looks up and waves again.
*Ack, im sorry Wayne,*
*It's cool, s'long as I get some rp in mah veins. :D*
Wolfe nodded back coolly.
the fiend snarls "Keep steppin" it said, its voice was rough.
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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*It's cool, bud.*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"The truth can be boring, and it is alot of the time."
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*👍*
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Sorry, I had a test.*
"And this is the reason you disguise yourself?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*wait 0verkill's name is Wayne?*
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*It's my middle name, I decided to share it, for reasons.*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"A servant of death." Their voice is clear with annoyance at Sharlene now.
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*huh, okay.*
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
The teen wearing the triforce shirt starts walking inside, looking around at people
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
"Like I said, I. Don't. Care." Sharlene was getting slightly annoyed as well. "Though, I probably shouldn't expect a skele-bird like you to get it through your thick skull that there are some you just can't hold."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
A third here that can see with truth?! This is quite the location I stumbled across, She says in her real voice through telepathy, it sounds nothing of the one she used just a second ago & is mature & sophisticated. Right now just astounded at the fact that there's 3 people here that can see past her form.
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
I write the truth, dragon. Fable's telepathy voice sounds like the voice of an old man.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Wether you care or not doesn't change the fact that death is inevitable, and that you can't use neanderthal tactics to delay it." They stand there, staring back at Sharlene, gripping their scythe.
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"You wanna test that out, Skele-bird?" She grinned, noticing the grip on the scythe.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Well I'd rather you not write me, the little attention I have to my true form is annoying enough as of now, let alone when it can be read.
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Fable nods. Of course.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"I am not death, I am a shepherd of the dead, a Reaper."
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Thank you, you have my honour & respect for that. She bows Fuchsia a little.
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Fable switches to his 'outside voice' "What brings you here?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
the fiend snarls "Keep steppin" it said, its voice was rough.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘